One mother's attempt to grab life by the short and curlies following divorce. The aim is to maximise optimism and minimise cynicism - whilst being aided and abetted by two amazing sons, some great friends and possibly a thimble or two of wine. Admittedly, these are rather lofty aims...

Thursday, October 7, 2010

I Almost Don't Want To Chance Fate By Writing This...

....but it looks as though I am finally coming home.

After a long and arduous summer and a very tumultuous few months, it looks as though the wheels are in motion to move back to the UK.

Can it really be true? I don't dare fully believe it myself. But the fact is that I have found a compact and bijou house to rent in North London (well...more compact than bijou if truth be told) and Ex has agreed to move things forward by co-signing the lease with me and has ponied up the dosh for the deposit and first month's rent. (Forgive all the slang but I am just trying to get back into the swing of things...need to refresh the lingo so I don't stick out like a sore thumb. Innit.)

Now we just have to keep our fingers crossed that the references come through to reflect our status as shining examples as prospective pillars of the community...or else the whole thing could easily go tits up.

But. Assuming they don't. Assuming the tits remain firmly in place, then the house will be rented from 1st November and I can start applying for schools, booking shipping and generally running around like a headless chicken coordinating all the logistical paraphernalia necessary to move home at the end of December.

Fingers crossed for the tits then.

I had to heave a sigh of relief tonight, while eating a culinary masterpiece of fish fingers and mash with the boys. To me, fish of any kind (but especially the grey, tasteless cast-offs that generally comprise your average fish finger) cannot truly be savoured without a liberal dousing of salad cream. I know, I know...not everyone's choice of seafood dressing, but most definitely mine. The same goes for jacket spuds (I almost said baked potato but managed to find the 'right words' just in time...see I'm getting the hang of this). Anyway, I am down to my last thimble of salad cream - so really, the timing couldn't be more perfect.

17 comments:

Yes, assuming the tits stay in place and everything doesn't go arse up, I'm sooooo happy for you, you just can't imagine - well actually I think you can! My eyes are wet with happiness. I can't wait to write those very same words.

I know so well, that feeling of not wanting to fully believe that it's happening. You feel you need to keep a reign on things, just so that if it doesn't happen, it won't be as devastating. The full joy of it all will come when you land back in the UK.

I've got just over a year to go and already, I'm keeping a tight leash on everything, my emotions especially. The light at the end of the tunnel - I don't want to look straight at it in case there's a fucking train coming toward me.

Iota - yes, at last. Or is it? No. Sorry. I still can't bring myself to believe this is going to happen...

Jo - love the remark about the train! it does feel totally bizarre to think this might happen. best not to think about it too much till it's truly signed and sealed. and I can't wait to read that it is your turn either

HOM - thank you! the Victoria Secret's are out in force!

notsupermum - thank you! and yes - fish finger butty! how could I have forgotten??

Pants with names - it's only 11 weeks away IF it happens. If I think about it I get into such a state of excitement I almost pass out.

MWA - CONGRATS on Charlie babe! Caught up on your blog last night - sorry for the absence!

Lulu - we'll be sick of the sight of each other by Feb ;-))

Teacher - I know. I'm back. Will be reading and commenting too. Have missed it but for some reason couldn't face writing/the blogging world this summer. Too much angst. And after I hadn't posted for a few weeks the thought of catching up seemed overwhelming. Silly eh?

Hi there, have been away from your blog for a while - great to be back and glad it's good news with the latest post. Time to start watching East Enders and Corrie? As you say, better pick up the lingo again!